The Bayport contingent went over in a big hayrick on runners and the moonlight ride was jolly enough.

The Nickerson mansion was crowded and there were music and dancing.
Young Cy was miserable during the dancing.

He didn't dare attempt it, in spite of his lessons in the barn.

So, while the rest of his boy friends sought partners for the "Portland Fancy" and "Hull's Victory" he sat forlorn in a corner.
As he sat there he was approached by a young lady, radiant in muslin and ribbons.

She was three or four years older than he was, and he had worshipped her from afar as she whirled up and down the line in the Virginia Reel.